tough eggs

it’s frustrating

when you’re trying

to teach your offspring

to fly off

from the nest

when

they are pigeons

the size of bowling balls

with no desire

to put aerodynamics

to the test

Paris in the rain

a woman’s life

is too tenuous

delicate

billowy

spider web

close call on I-75

in preterm labor

on the way to the

Paris airport

in the rain

fragile

beautiful

precious

sacrosanct

finite

for bad friends

bad family

bad coffee

bad shoes

bad mattresses

bad jobs

bad husbands

bad debt

and bad dick

learn this by 30 for maximum

enjoyment

future

female

conquerors

of a dying planet

the dance of the seven veils

Salome with headold lovers hell bent

would have us dress in mourning clothes

.

for them

our dead love

they will never accept

our rejection of black

.

it is an abyss

a futile endeavor

tulip bulbs planted in drying cement

unable to blossom

.

no, no

we must never yield to this

.

as it is my nature

to move forward

grow toward the sunlight

moving my body

.

swaying salome

.

swooning to the music

.

the beauty of life in every note

whilst performing

.

the dance of the seven veils

to spit or to swallow

the patience and wisdom

coming with age

are fast becoming

my favorite shoes to wear

.

as my own horseshit

and the shenanigans of others

become less excusable

with each passing day

every birthday candle wished upon and blown

.

there comes a point

when you’ve been told

you know better

.

repeated behaviors are either psychosis

or selfish forms of masturbation

such as the poets who write

their daily vengeance poem

scribbled in shit and crayon

on unsuspecting

psych ward facebook walls

.

god

grant me the serenity

to zip my lips when called for

.

to know when to spit

and when to swallow

.

but mostly

when to say

fuck off

dipshit

this day and for the rest of time

you know

it is true what they say

 

your entire life really does

flash before your eyes

the moment before a motor vehicle accident

 

my film reel cigarette burned

car crash footage

went precisely like this:

 

i saw my twin sons locked out of the house

in 18 degree weather

upon returning from school

to find their mother nowhere around  & unalive

…this day and for the rest of time

 

i saw my mother’s face

and thought how i wanted

to touch her downy warm cheek

one more time

 

i thought about my brother bob

and how i would not live to see him  write

the great american novel

 

i saw the face of the man whom i am in love with

 

i thought about how happy i would be to see daddy

at the dinner table in heaven tonight

 

i saw my friends sarah, marissa, and sean

toasting to my existence

 

i thought about how grateful i am

to have been given this amazing life

 

thank you, god, whomever you are

alas

it is i who shall cover you

with a blanket of stars

this night

 

you’re so much like daddy, be the death of me

my father died in 1984

i haven’t been able to remember his voice since 1986

and the sound of a voice

is the most precious thing to me

but this morning

your twang brought back synapses who longed for three decades to remember

“Daddy loves you, Alicia, be a good girl”

(and i died a thousand deaths in the minutes still ringing after)

and how five minutes later

out the front door

would go all my mother’s clothing

and our Zenith console TV

thank you for that

saddle up, cowboy

give me immortality

you’re so much like daddy

be the death of me

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